Doom 3 Event: Part 2 Log

[crux_npcs]

Who: Everyone!
What: Part 2 of the Event. Kicking butt mostly.
When: Anytime during the event
Where: In the rip and around it.
Warnings: Violence.

To say that demons patrolled the area would be a lie. They didn't have the mental process to actively work up something of that sort. Instead, they simply waited where they were, hoping for someone to come across their paths. For some demons, they'd happily get in fights with their own brethren if provoked into it. Their only allegiance seemed to lay in causing as much chaos as possible and straight up killing.

Occasionally, they ventured outside the hole in space but with the current incursion of others, they tended to stay inside. All the better fighting took place inside anyway. And other than the guests, there were more than a few AFLAK agents inside the hole. The demons were definitely ready for the amusement that was inevitably going to be showing its face.

[OOC: Everyone is free to start their own threads with this! Saturday, the crystal destruction thread will go up. NPCs/enemies will visit threads and feel free to request any that you want specifically.]

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BASE CAMP

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Just on the other side of the rip is a basecamp, helpfully set up by Lafiel. If anything, feel free to rest, regroup, rearm, or gather here. But this spot will be under attack quite frequently so keep your wits up!

Re: BASE CAMP

[ungrounded]

Lafiel was supervising, making sure everyone had ammo and whatever techs and medics were staying towards the center, and most able to stay away from attacks. She had a communications headset and a computer monitor displaying current information set up, so she could keep track.

She'd rather have been shooting things, but Lafiel also knew her own talents; she was primarily a starship captain and pilot, not a commando. She was better served by staying where she could coordinate the field teams of those who were.

She was still carrying a rifle. Because she wasn't stupid.

Re: BASE CAMP

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Outside the camp, there was some things shifting. A stumble here, a groan there. Everyone once in a while, there was a flash of light.

Once it had died down, a small stream of zombies that looked like former marines stumbled out, each carrying a small weapon of their own. Nothing major but a few pistols could do enough damage in the right places.

Re: BASE CAMP

[ungrounded]

Lafiel paused. The undead wasn't exactly in her training routine. The best her brain could come up with was 'dreadfully ill', 'wounded', and also 'potentially delirious', judging from the way they walked... shuffled. Which was not a good mix with lethal weapons; Lafiel would rather not shoot their own side, but she'd also rather not lose the base camp because of accident or friendly fire. "Stand down and report!" she yelled, already slipping behind cover.

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There was absolutely no answer. Instead, the zombies on the front line opened fire. Obviously, they had no target so they shot at the cover, not caring that it did absolutely nothing.

[ungrounded]

Besides make Lafiel lose whatever reluctance to shooting them. Anyone who threatened the safety of her, her people, and her... well, in this case, fortification, was asking to be shot. She estimated how much of her had to be exposed to aim and fire, hoping the zombies had slow reflexes or bad aim.

Either way, she didn't trust that her defenses would last forever, even under only small arms fire. And being under cover meant she had limited ability to see if anything else approached.

Lafiel quickly shifted to the side, trying to aim, squeeze off a shot, then duck back before the rest of the zombies realized she was a target.

He would be fun to attack just saying.

[driftlock]

Well, congratulations, terrible starship space adventure. You have exceeded yourself in finding ways to make Deadlock hate EVERYTHING. He's so busy hating ALL THE THINGS that he tries to take some of the energy out on a perimeter patrol.

Marginally to be, you know, kind of militarily useful, but mostly in hopes he could punch the scrap out of something while he's out here.

He hears something, and whirls, snarling. "Gonna have to try harder than that to sneak up on me!" Because obviously, this was personal.

[crux_npcs]

It wasn't really trying to be sneaky. No, a good look at it would show that it had no way to not make noise, being a skeleton with cybernetic parts and a missile launcher. Of course, it's brain was lightly confused with the fact that he was facing a robot and not something living. So it waffled a moment as it decided whether to fire or not.

[driftlock]

Excuse you stupid skeleton, but Deadlock is a robot and something very much living.

Also, very much torqued off.

And Deadlock doesn't hesitate. There's something looking at him in a vaguely shooty way? He's gonna shoot back. It's just how he rolls. What? He's got these nice guns. It'd be a shame not to use them.

[crux_npcs]

Deadlock's larger size is probably a big help. Said skelebot is really not much bigger than a human so in a flash of sparks and flying bones, it falls apart under the onslaught. Hopefully Deadlock is entirely appeased yet.

[driftlock]

No, it is Deadlock's larger 'awesomeness' that gives him the advantage. Get it right, gross thing. Least you can do something right before you explode and scrap.

Sadly now he just wants to look for trouble. Lots of it. He's gonna stomp down the corridor, with a great bit 'shoot me I'm hostile' sign.

[smallest]

Somewhere in the midst of this chaos, someone was frantically strumming a guitar. Francœur nervously played for the group of demons that had taken him here. He played them new songs, and in return, they did not kill him. It was a terrifying deal. At least they did not demand that he sing. Perhaps they did not know he could. He was not about to correct them, he did not feel he could sing in a situation like this.

Help should be coming soon, if not for him then for the others. He frequently looked for help, listened for the sounds of a rescue, any sign of hope. There were too many here to try escaping alone.

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Aside from leaning side to side in tune with the music, the demons didn't pay too much attention to him. From the zombies, there was a groan here and there. The ones that floated instead of walked slid back and forth in the air, entranced with the beat of the music.

TO THE RESCUE

[shitflashpointsays]

Where there's trouble, action, problems best solved with fists, firepower, or even harsh language, Flashpoint's there to make it happen. It's just what she does. And it's next to impossible to miss the music as it carries, a sound familiar to her audio store. That sure as hell better not be Chirpy, she'd thought to herself. That bug is even better at getting into trouble than she is!

It's recon time now, and Francœur might notice a pair of glowing amber eyes lingering in the darkness atop some supply crates. They sweep the scene, counting the enemies, assessing the options, before landing on the giant flea and staying there. If she gets his attention, she'll give him a wink and a nod: a little warning that all hell's about to break loose, and to keep that distraction going as best he can.

MY HERO

[smallest]

Just as Flashpoint was familiar with his music, Francœur was familiar with those eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling conflicted emotions of relief and worry. He looked at the crowd of demons and he clutched the guitar close. Whatever she was planning, he hoped he would be ready.

For the next song, he played a stirring melody. His claws quickly danced across those strings and hit the board for percussion. If that did not get their attention, he tried an occasional dance move. He had done it a few times before to distract from the fact that he was not singing.

RAWR

[shitflashpointsays]

Ahh, that's a good bug! Keep it up while Flashpoint gets into position. The demon just in front of her perch is going to have a bad day, followed by and even worse day. In fact, she has every intention of making everything in here wonder why their life suddenly sucks so bad.

From her storage comes one of her grenades, simple smoke, which she pulls the pin on like one would untie the bow on a present. Happy Sooty Vapro Day to the cluster of demons on the left. As for this guy just below her perch? She'll drop down on his head, the sheer weight of her frame doing bad crunching things to his general head/neck area. Then she tucks forward, falling into a controlled roll, one that then launches said demon--pinned between her feet as his is--into the shuffle of zombies in the corner. Hey, it's kind of like that Earth sport, bowling!

She exits her roll into an offensive stance, her momentum already carrying her to her next target. With this many enemies she has to hit hard and fast before they overwhelm her.

To the Engine Room

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When everyone is prepared, ready, and those left behind have gotten out...well, it's time.

This fiasco has to end somehow...or is it even a fiasco at all?

The halls on the ship are mercifully empty but for what reason? Am ambush or maybe they've ended up elsewhere. Or, even worse, there's something in the rip that frightens even the demons that roam this dimension.

[mookwarrior]

Jim, after a nasty fight in the hangar bay involving his type T, is stumbling along with his laser pistol towards the Engine room. He's been trying to find Aflak agents the entire time, hoping they have more information on things.

[crux_npcs]

His flight wasn't without purpose. Along his way, he would come across an AFLAK agent. Though, it was one covered with blood, probably from encounters with other demons. The soldier was intent on rewiring a rusty panel, one that probably needed maintenance a while ago. Demons weren't one to provide such services, which was why he was dealing with it himself.

[mookwarrior]

"Hey... uh. Dude? I'm heading for the crystal but.. d'you need some help with that?"

Jim moves for the moment to cover the agent, just in case a nasty tries to jump them both.

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"You need not worry about me. My duty will be handled with perfection."

Well, he was thankful that someone would assist him but he was confident in his own skills. If he couldn't handle this simple task, one that the Colonel had given him, he really didn't know what he was worth.

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[abtakha]

Cassie was pressed against the wall. Sweat beaded on her forehead, ran down her shoulders. She'd made it this far and she was scared out of her mind, which meant she felt great.

She raised her comm, said quietly into it: "This is Abtakha. I'm about to breach the engine room. Does...anyone copy?"

The relative silence so far could mean radio trouble, that she'd gotten too far ahead of everyone else...or that they were all dead.

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Thankfully, she received a quiet reply in return.

"This is Specialist Gunther. I'm two minutes out, please hold your position."

And as long as she held her spot, one minute and forty-nine seconds later, he'd show up and lean up against the opposite side of the wall.

[abtakha]

She grinned a moment. It was the one who'd refused to shoot her. Well if he wanted to be chivalrous again, she'd be glad to let him take point.

"Any idea what the foxtrot's on the other side?"

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"We can find out easily enough."

He reached into a pouch and pulled out a flat plate, which he set on the ground between them. Another trip into the pouch and a small ball found itself in between his fingers. He rolled the ball into the room and the plate lit up with a holographic image of the area.

It didn't look too hopeful, four mooks and one large winged creature. The large one didn't seem to have an issue with smacking around the obviously lower ranked monsters.